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Oct 2015
As I make my way into her room
The machine sounding showing her vital signs
I get to see her one last time
The tears run down my face knowing her doom
She reached stage four of this ****** up world
Little time left between
Grace and peace took her place
She lay limp and gone
And all I can hear is the screaming of death
Frostley
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Frostley
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